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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Sept 30, 2017 11:44:37 GMT -8
The Desolate ShoreNobody ever gave these bitter rocks a name, and the few people who've wandered past them have agreed that they don't deserve one. The cold cliffs are constantly shrouded in mist, and the frequent storms and pounding waves prevent anybody from trying to settle here. Shipwrecks are a frequent occurrence, prompting the construction of a lighthouse. However, none of the lighthouse keepers ever managed to last more than a couple seasons before throwing themselves from the cliffs, and the lighthouse was abandoned.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 1, 2017 14:19:10 GMT -8
It was days like these that even Grandma had to question what exactly she was doing and how she had gotten into such an odd situation. She was currently sitting on the back of a donkey that was attempting to scramble the pair of them up the path to the lighthouse. Now, this donkey was of good quality and a fine stock, but even it had difficulty with a path this slippery and precarious, the wind and rain certainly weren’t helping it either. Did she have far easier ways of scaling this cliff at her disposal? Of course she did, but sometimes she wished for the “full experience” as she called it.
She had been traveling along the seaside in this rather dreary northern land, searching for rumors and tales that might peak her interest. For about the last three days she’d heard all kinds of tales, but most of them turned out to be either falsified entirely or greatly exaggerated. A monstrous creature that killed all that entered the woods, controlled by a powerful witch. Well, that had turned out to be nothing more than a trained brown bear that was domesticated by the local sage, the sage was far from malevolent and had even put on a pot of tea for Grandma!
There had been other tales with similarly anticlimactic outcomes, but then Grandma had heard of The Desolate Shore. Going entirely off of what she’d managed to piece together from the locals, this place was a magnet for shipwrecks and all the sailors who knew this area well stayed as far away from it as they could. What had truly gotten her attention was the fact a lighthouse had been built, but then promptly abandoned once all those who manned it were found to have killed themselves. Perhaps all of these things were just another set of odd coincidences that would unravel under Grandma’s scrutiny, but perhaps they were something more. Something worth investigating. And so, that is how Grandma found herself here, slowly making her way towards the desolate outline of the lighthouse.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 2, 2017 17:02:33 GMT -8
The lighthouse loomed in the distance, a towering outline in the thick fog. A salty, damp wind blew over the path, soaking Grandma and her donkey to the bone. A storm was brewing in the distance, as anyone who'd spent any time at sea would be able to tell. It wouldn't be pretty when it hit, and it was coming quickly. Still, Grandma was making good time towards the lighthouse. The glass at the top lay cold, with nobody there to stoke the huge oil fires that would ordinarily warn ships away from the treacherous rocks.
As she reached the lighthouse, Grandma would find that it had indeed been abandoned for quite a while. The doorway was covered in spiderwebs, as it offered the only shelter from the sea and weather. The inside was little warmer than the outdoors, and not much drier. At least the stone walls blocked the wind.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 3, 2017 15:37:34 GMT -8
Grandma glanced around the desolate lighthouse, turning her attention to her donkey a few moments after she finished surveying the lighthouse entrance. It looked rather cold, it even seemed to be shivering slightly. Well, Grandma had gotten up to the lighthouse the hard way, the purpose of doing so was to see anything out on the ordinary on the path up, something that hadn’t occurred. No need to leave the donkey or herself in discomfort from the rain.
Tapping her cane loudly on the floor, the sound echoed through the room, immediately followed by the splash of water against the already wet ground. All the water in Grandma’s clothing and the donkey’s coat had been expelled, water droplets sent showering to the floor. Raising her cane in front of her so the top of it was about eye level, a faint red orb of light gradually appeared above the purple gem that topped the cane.
Now aided with enough light to see a bit more properly, Grandma would take another look around the lighthouse entrance, looking for any objects of interest or signs of the living. She was also keeping an eye out for any trap doors, although she didn’t exactly expect to find any.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 4, 2017 7:30:44 GMT -8
The splatter of water echoed up the lighthouse, causing a soft bray from the newly-dried donkey. Once Grandma summoned up her light, she'd see that there was little in the way of creature comforts on the first floor. A spiral staircase led up to the second, and a hatch in the ground led down to some sort of basement. Clearly, the first floor was meant to be little more than an entryway, with nothing but a few shelves and coat racks. Every inch of metal was corroded from the salty air, and a sickly dampness permeated the room. It clearly wasn't a very healthy place to be living. Perhaps the upper floors would be more comfortable?
If the utter disrepair of the lighthouse was anything to go by, nobody had been inside for quite a while. A layer of mildew sat on the wooden coat rack, sickeningly white in the dull reddish light.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 4, 2017 15:48:41 GMT -8
The room was exceptionally depressing even considering Grandma’s already low standards when it came to abandoned buildings. The question now was to either to ascend the stairs or head down the hatch… Best to go upwards first, she’d investigate the basement later. Perhaps she’d find hints about the people who lived here upstairs as that’s where she assumed the living quarters would be.
Her cane clicked on the floor as Grandma ascended the staircase, being cautious to watch for any signs of collapse. With how poor of a condition this building appeared to be in, she wouldn’t be surprised if one of the stairs gave way on her. For now, her goal was simply to continue searching for any objects of note or signs of what might have caused the previous caretakers here to throw themselves off the cliffs.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 5, 2017 10:33:58 GMT -8
Barnaby the donkey seemed reluctant to go up the stairs, and was perfectly content to stay on the damp ground floor. He flattened his ears against his head, resisting any of Grandma's attempts to move him upstairs. The normally obedient donkey simply refused to go on, no matter what Grandma did.
When she eventually went on without him, she'd find the stairs to be treacherous and worn. However, once she reached the second floor, she'd find a much more welcoming scene than the first. The cobwebs were still everywhere, but the dampness was noticeably absent. A fireplace sat on one side, cold and dark. A couch and a coffee table made it clear that this was a comfortable living room, although perhaps a bit claustrophobic. The spiral staircase continued on upward, twisting its way towards the top.
At the very edge of Grandma's hearing, she'd pick up on a soft whisper. It was too muffled to understand clearly, and could almost be passed off as imagination. It wasn't clear as to where it was from, perhaps it was just the wind?
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 5, 2017 15:40:33 GMT -8
Grandma didn’t spend much time attempting to get Barnaby to go up the stairs, but his unwillingness to was useful information. There was clearly something in this place that deeply disturbed the creature for him to be unwilling to follow her.
The room on the second floor was in better condition than the other, but still rather shabby in Grandma’s opinion. For a moment, she considered lighting the fireplace, but decided against it, she wasn’t going to be spending too long hanging around in this room. That’s when she heard the whispers. Some might think they had just heard the wind, but Grandma had no reason to doubt her senses.
Was someone else in the building, perhaps travelers or a group of less civilized creatures had wandered into the lighthouse to take refuge from the rain. She was doubtful that was the origin of the whisper, this place looked far too undisturbed for that to be the case. Perhaps there were spirits about, maybe the spirits of those who had previously looked over this place or perhaps spirits of a more sinister kind…
Whatever it was, Grandma intended to find out. Moving forward towards the stairs, her steps more purposeful than before, one of the rings on Grandma’s hand began to glow with a faint, violet light.
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Brother Wilhelm
Established
Goes out windows
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Clothes and Equipment: As a Knight-Brother Wilhelm has access to mail armor, a steel helmet, heater shield, steel sword, and lance. With this setup he would wear a white surcoat emblazoned the Black Cross of the Brotherhood.
Alternatively he likes to wear leather armor, and prefers round shields, hand-axes, javelins, and daggers. He's an avid hunter and has some skill with the bow, carrying a hunting bow and quiver with him.
Like all Knight-Brothers he has a pure white steed.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2017 15:49:59 GMT -8
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Post by Brother Wilhelm on Oct 6, 2017 13:10:50 GMT -8
Audric VIII Grandma Strangers and TravelersWilhelm and Audric, after leaving the Witchwood, would find themselves traversing the jagged outskirts of the Desolate Shore. The weather had conjured a rain cloud and the whipping wind sprayed the water across the Knights'. The terrain, combined with the downpour, made traveling conditions dreary and undesirable. Wilhelm tugged on the reins of Dane, his horse, and stood up in his stirrups. The Knight Scout observed a lighthouse in the distance. Lowering himself back down into his saddle he would say "lighthouse up ahead, Brother, we should seek shelter there, at least until the rain clears up." Dane, like all horses used by the Brotherhood, was pure white. His rider wore mail armor, covered by a white surcoat and cloak, both of which were emblazoned with the Black Cross. A crossbow and some bolts hung off the saddle, properly covered by animal hide to protect against the elements. The Knight Scout's heater shield and sword were strapped to his back. As the approach to the lightouse closed Wilhelm spied a flicker of light. "There," he'd say suddenly, "I see light. Approach with caution, my Brother." Once the two were within distance to the entrance Wilhelm would dismount and pull Dane with him to the door hastily. He strapped his bolts to his waist, then started to pull his crossbow back and loaded a bolt. "Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. If thing's go awry... HE will recognize his own." Assuming he wanted to, Audric would lead the two within the lighthouse.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 29, 2017 11:09:23 GMT -8
As Grandma ascended the stairs, the whispering would continue. Among the muffed voices, Grandma would pick up on "visitor" and "not a keeper", but not much else. Barnaby could be heard downstairs, snuffling and looking for something to chew on. The third floor appeared to be some sort of study, with a desk and shelves full of worn books. They held titles such as "An Inquisitive Mind's Guide to Seabirds, Third Edition", "Tides for Simpletons", and "A Quest for a Pearl: One Mermaid's Adventures With a Succubus and a Sea Captain". The third book in question seemed to be rather sticky, but the others seemed reasonably well-kept and not mildewed. The desk was locked, or perhaps stuck. In any case, the drawers wouldn't come open easily.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 29, 2017 12:05:35 GMT -8
More of that blasted whispering… Grandma had half a mind to search the area for spirits here and now, but that could wait until after she’d checked the entirety of the lighthouse. Glancing over the shelves of books, the old woman’s gaze halted on the rather suspiciously sticky looking book.
“Humans…” Grandma muttered under her breath, turning her attention away from the bookshelf and to the study desk.
Moving over to pull open the desk drawers, Grandma found them to not be particularly cooperative… She had ways around that, however. The glow of her rings increased slightly, the desk creaking as an invisible force pushed it downwards so it was firmly stuck to the floor. Next, the drawers would find themselves pulled outwards by a similar force, the amount of force applied to them was enough it was unlikely they’d remain in place, locked or not.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on Oct 30, 2017 10:15:47 GMT -8
The worn desk drawers shook for a moment, before cracking and splintering around the locks. The drawers flew out of the desk, clattering against the wall and ground. Inside, Grandma would find a small glass bottle, stoppered with a cork and sealed with wax. It contained some mysterious amber liquid, without so much as a tag. Another drawer contained a folded sheet of paper, labeled "The Last Will And Testament Of Thomas Mark, Lighthouse Keeper". It too was sealed with wax, stamped with a lighthouse pattern.
As Grandma picked up the paper, the whispering grew louder, almost audible now. A cold wind seemed to blow through the lighthouse, even though all the windows were shuttered tight.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Oct 30, 2017 11:55:07 GMT -8
Snapping her fingers, Grandma sent the bottle of amber liquid flying into her hand. Pulling the cork out of the bottle, Grandma raised it to her nose and sniffed, attempting to recognize the scent. Regardless of the outcome of this, she would put the cork back in the bottle and pocket it.
The whispering and wind growing more prominent as she examined the will of the lighthouse keeper, well, it seemed to indicate perhaps the spirit of the man was still around in this place. Maybe opening the sealed document would cause the spirit to reveal itself to her?
Carefully pulling at the seal as to not tear the paper it was attached to, Grandma opened up the will, her intent to read what was written in it.
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